"Partner with us. . ."

So begins the alumni letter I received this morning from my erstwhile high school. They are full of good news about the wonderful things they are doing and, purely as an afterthought mind you, wonder if I would be interested in sending them some money.

Well, I have no money but we won't dwell on that. And we will merely mention in passing the similarity at this school between Holy Mass and a pep rally. Instead, the world should note here that I am not currently writing out a cheque to my alma mater for one reason only: I am humiliated to find that I have graduated from an educational institution that now believes "partner" is a verb.

Brother John would never have countenanced such a thing.